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Fab. LXX. The Miser. |
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Fab. LXX. The Miser.
A Covetous wretch had hid a bag of Gold,
And almost every hour went out to see't,
A Neighbour, wondring at his constant Walk,
Observing where he went, and what he did,
Found out the Treasure, and conveyd it thence.
The wretch returnd next morn by break of day,
When he perceivd his God was flown away,
He wept, and tore his Beard, and his gray Hair,
And wishd for Death, thro' horror, and dispair.
A Passenger informd o'th' cause of's grief,
Said, Father leave lamenting, hide a Stone
In the same place, and think it is your Gold,
You'll be as rich then as you was before,
For he that dares not use it, has no store.
And almost every hour went out to see't,
A Neighbour, wondring at his constant Walk,
Observing where he went, and what he did,
Found out the Treasure, and conveyd it thence.
The wretch returnd next morn by break of day,
When he perceivd his God was flown away,
He wept, and tore his Beard, and his gray Hair,
And wishd for Death, thro' horror, and dispair.
A Passenger informd o'th' cause of's grief,
Said, Father leave lamenting, hide a Stone
In the same place, and think it is your Gold,
You'll be as rich then as you was before,
For he that dares not use it, has no store.
The Moral.
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